01x02 - Gold

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We lost another agent

today, this time in Lebanon.

We have a mole on Cerberus.

What if we bring back Gray?

Cerberus exists because

she k*lled her boss.

It's all you, Sara. She

wouldn't be here without you.

Are you still confident

she didn't k*ll your father?

Hundred percent.

Why would I help you, Tagg?

You've been underground for so long,

I'm sure you'd like

to contact your family.

She's your granddaughter.

sh*t, it's her daughter's house.

Sophie, may I come in?

Chase Cornet created a splinter

group within the CIA called Cerberus.

Three heads. Wendell Abbott.

Christina Gold. And myself.

The last time I saw

you, you were a child.

You've had four operatives

k*lled in a month.

The mole could be anyone in Cerberus.

I can't do what I need to

do with you following me.

If you don't let me find the mole,

you'll never find the person

who k*lled your father.

And has she gone underground again?

She might be looking for her

contact who can expose the mole.

She flew to Paris and then on to Latvia.

I had a long talk with Levitsky.

Aah! Oh my God! Help her!

(SOFT MUSIC)

(FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SOFT MUSIC)

I said this would happen, right?

Didn't I tell you this would happen?

Let me put a bag over her

head, take her out of here

before it's too late.

As much as I love her,

you may have a point.

You giving the okay?

Remind me: what do

you have against Gray?

I don't have to have

anything against a snake

- not to want it in my yard.

- Snakes are very helpful.

- They eat rodents.

- Yeah and they bite you in the a*s.

And they shed their skin.

Let's see if she's brought us anything.

- Just don't mention the bag.

- Oh, my God.

Police say it had to be a crazy guy.

I think maybe a homeless

person, a drug addict.

Yeah. Absolutely.

You know, they should, um

they should round those people up,

do something with them, huh?

Who else walks into a wedding

with a hypodermic needle?

Right? That's right. Excuse me.

Knock, knock.

Ah. I don't know what to say.

I know you two were close.

Oh, everyone in Washington

loved your stepmother.

I mean, Tessa always thought

of other's needs above her own.

I just don't know anyone

who isn't beside themselves with grief.

Well, everyone except Cornelia.

It was hardly a secret

she always blamed Tessa

for everything that went

wrong in her own life.

Gray's in Latvia.

Sara, I need you to listen to me:

if she comes back, don't let her

slither her way into your life.

Anyone who ever does comes to regret it.

Don't let her in.

Honey. You okay?

No, actually, I was wondering if I

could stay here for a night or two,

- just alone.

- Here?

At Tessa's?

It was my father's house first, sweetie.

I lived here until I was eight

and then when I first

came back from London.

It's going to be my house again soon.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I

just I need some time.

I could start to go through her things.

If there's anything I can do.

Ah, there is. Can you take this?

- I don't want it.

- I will keep it safe for you.

- No, get rid of it.

Drop it in a Goodwill box.

Okay.

Not coming home,

giving away your wedding gown.

Should I be worried?

I'm going to marry you

someday, Andy Westcott.

I'm going to marry the

hell out of you, but

it's not going to be in that dress.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION)

I know those baby blues.

Always picking me up and

dropping me off, watching me.

Watching me, picking me up again.

What's the term? Errand boy?

Soccer mom? Is that it?

(SIRENS WAILING)

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

You were much easier to

deal with back when I smoked.

Smoking gave you those lines.

It can never be easy with

you, can it, Cornelia?

No handcuffs this time around.

Feel like I'm earning your trust.

This is not a game.

You are this close

to spending the rest of your life

in a windowless, concrete box.

And that thought that carried

you through your exile

that one day you might

see your family again?

You won't have that this time.

I can't talk to the people

who will give me

information about your mole

if someone is watching me.

If that information gets to the mole,

my contact is dead within the hour.

Did you really go to Latvia?

Your blue-eyed boy met me at the plane.

A private plane

that made an unscheduled

stop in Baltimore.

I love soft -shell crab.

If you won't tell me the

name of your contact

will you at least share

the information you received?

One of the people in contact

with the mole is Vladimir Orlov.

Remember him?

The interrogation centers in Fallujah?

Iraq is ancient history.

He's retired.

Mm-mm. He still runs

people in the Middle East.

And he's an advisor to Reconnaissance

General Bureau in Korea.

You lost agents in both places.

(FOOTSTEPS IN THE CORRIDOR)

Okay. What else?

Tagg?

Oh, I'm a suspect? (SCOFFS)

You're my prisoner,

you may never see daylight

again, but I'm your suspect?

While you were supposedly "gone,"

Tessa Blair was m*rder*d.

Moments before Sara Beckham's

wedding was due to start.

You don't look very surprised.

You know you can trust me, Cornelia.

The cameras are off;

microphones are disabled.

Did you k*ll Tessa Blair?

As much as I would have savored it

No.

This is bullshit.

She's still running circles

around you, isn't she?

If she thought the cameras were off,

why was she still playing for them?

We're all familiar with Colonel Orlov.

And other intelligence confirms

he is indeed active again.

Gray's intelligence was correct.

He was suspected in the past

of attempting to turn our agents.

If Winston Beckham was turned,

he reported to Orlov.

Orlov was ruthless when it came

to gaining US intelligence

for the Russians.

If Orlov was in contact with

a mole, we are in trouble.

(SIGHS) There's crumbs in the butter.

I mean, is it really that complicated?

You use the butter knife to

spread the butter on your plate.

You then use your own knife to

spread the butter on your scone.

You don't use the butter knife

to spread the butter on your scone

and then go back for more butter.

That's how you get crumbs in the butter!

Do we know yet what was

used to k*ll Tessa Blair?

Hydrogen cyanide.

Not potassium cyanide? Hydrogen?

Nobody's used prussic acid since

since the Nazis.

- Abbott has.

- Mm-hm.

Used it on that Iranian

in Paris in 1998.

Ninety-seven.

She makes a good point about autonomy.

We have to let her investigate

if we want her to get results.

Give her to me.

What makes you think

she'll tell you anything?

You couldn't make her talk 20 years ago.

Yeah, I didn't have my

new method at my disposal.

Oh. You want to use the

IEP on Cornelia Gray?

An experimental interrogation

tactic like that?

You want to k*ll her?

No, I want the truth. Cripe!

Can nobody see what's happening here?

We let her loose and

already she's out of control.

This is what she does!

She has us suspecting each other.

Right? So we have to put a

stop to it before it gets worse.

'Member what happened to Winston.

You're so sure it was her?

- Yeah.

- Who cares?

I don't.

Maybe Gray k*lled Tessa Blair.

The Russians, the Iranians, Koreans?

I don't give a rat's

a*s. I won't miss her.

I've got real problems.

We need to take care of this

before they remove more

of my assets from play.

This is from the lobby of the

First International Bank of Latvia

around the time of,

uh Tessa Blair's death.

Is that Levitsky?

Gray's contact in Riga.

He must have told Gray about Orlov.

Jesus. She found Levitsky.

Levitsky is dead.

That's Andrei Levitsky.

You can't even be sure that's Gray.

This is bullshit.

Okay, that's it. Let her go.

She has a lead. That's

more than any of you got.

Unless there's someone here

who would rather Gray not

continue searching for the mole?

Now, the three of you made a good

decision bringing her back in.

Just have to live with it now.

Crumbs on you.

Crumbs in the butter.

Same crumbs.

Thank you, Sherlock f*cking Holmes.

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

Rousseau, right? Tagg's man?

Nice work on picking up Gray.

I don't know what to tell

you, sir. She was sound asleep.

Still.

Even her steak knives were dull.

Oh, don't sell yourself short.

A cool mind is the best weapon.

Gray is known for creating mayhem.

So I've noticed, sir.

Maybe we should have lunch

together someday soon.

- Two of us?

- Yeah.

- Together?

- Why not?

Stories I could tell you.

Rousseau?

If you feel you're

being wasted at Tagg's,

call my office. Can you do that for me?

I'm happy where I am but thank you

sir.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

Should I find a new place to live?

I feel better knowing you're here.

- Gold has it out for you.

- Ah

If her people had picked you up at

the airport, you'd be dead by now.

Hm.

Lydia said her first word last night.

"Shoe."

How sweet. Shoe?

Clear as a bell.

David was in the kitchen,

and he doesn't believe me,

- but she said, "shoe."

- Shoe.

Hm

Meet me halfway, Cornelia.

- (SIGHS)

- You don't have to share the details,

but I can only buy you so much time.

Just tell me the progress you're making.

Do you trust me, Tagg?

I've known you a long time, Cornelia.

I couldn't possibly trust you more.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHURCH BELLS RINGING, FOG HORN TOOTING)

(BIRDSONG)

(LINE RINGING)

Hello?

John.

It's Cornelia.

(SIGHS)

Why are you calling me, Cornelia?

You don't have to say anything,

- you don't really even have to listen.

- All right.

What do you want then?

I don't want to be forgiven.

I mean, I-I want to be forgiven,

but I don't expect that from you at all.

When they pulled me out of the house

in front of you, in front of

little Ben, in front of Sophie

I knew I would be dead

to you from that moment on.

I've wanted to do this in person,

not over the phone.

I've thought about all three of you

every day.

Every day, 20 years.

Every day.

- Meet me, John.

- Cornelia

There's a bar called the

Red Lizard on 19th and M.

Friday, six o'clock.

(SIGHS) For 20 years,

I thought you were dead.

I-I don't know how I'm

supposed to see you again,

or if I should.

Give me time to think about it.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(TAGG): If you won't tell

us the name of your contact,

will you at least share the

information you received?

(GRAY): One of the people

in contact with the mole

is Vladimir Orlov. Remember him?

The interrogation centers in Fallujah.

(SIGHS) Iraq is ancient history.

- He's retired.

- Mm-mm.

He's still running

people in the Middle East

and he's an advisor

to Reconnaissance

General Bureau in Korea.

You've lost agents in both places.

- Okay, what else?

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, hi.

Tagg told me what

happened at the wedding.

(GROANING IN PAIN)

I'm so sorry.

Mind if I come in?

Um ah, sure, yeah. Come in.

(TAGG): When you were supposedly

Did I catch you in the

middle of something?

No, I'm just going through

my stepmother's things.

Twenty years ago Tessa

got rid of everything.

Well, almost everything of my

father's within a day or two.

- Said it was for the best.

- Must be upsetting.

No. And it's not why I went to

live with my uncle in London,

if that's what you're thinking.

Sara

Tessa had a lot of secrets.

Ah, no. I-I've heard it before.

It-it's not true.

My stepmother was not a foreign agent.

Your father told me

a week before he was k*lled.

If we find anything, Sara,

it could lead us to the mole.

I found this in one of her shoes.

It's from a unit in Maryland.

Could be nothing.

It doesn't mean she was a spy.

Why does Christina Gold hate you?

Does she?

Uh -huh. She warned me not to

have anything to do with you.

She was, like, "Don't let her in."

I thought I was in some sort

of vampire movie. (CHUCKLES)

I-I won't say anything

bad about poor Christina.

She's had some rough times, years ago.

I'll just say

everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

God knows, I have.

You're very young, but

I'll bet you have, too.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Some people own up to them,

some people point fingers.

(CHILLING MUSIC)

()

(HORN TOOTING IN THE DISTANCE)

Hm. Maybe she emptied

it before she died?

Then who broke the lock?

Look at these.

These are rusted and these aren't.

(KNOCKS ON IT) Loose paneling.

Looser than this one, anyway.

(KNOCKING)

Hollow.

(METAL CLANGING)

- Is that Russian?

- Code.

My stepmother had coded communication.

Look.

Looks like maybe a stack

of documents got wet and

then some of the ink bled

through to the concrete.

(SIGHS)

- Tell me.

- It's an account number.

- Whose?

- Cerberus discretionary fund.

- They call it Epsilon.

- Could it be from your father's files

- that Tessa had removed after his death?

- Mm-mm.

Two years ago, an

internal study suggested

that the Cayman Island

accounts were no longer secure,

so the money was moved to Nevis.

The document in this locker has

to be less than two years old.

Does anyone else at the

agency use the Epsilon account?

Only Cerberus.

And only the heads of Cerberus

can access the money

in the Epsilon account.

- We have to go in and tell Tagg.

- Mm.

Well, until we have the mole,

no one can be trusted. No one.

And don't do anything if-if you

think they're going to be able to see.

No, no. It's okay. This is what I do.

I just need a little more

- (BEEPING)

- Okay. I'm in.

- (ALARM SOUND)

- sh*t.

What?

(ALARM BEEPING STEADILY)

- If that's what you wanted.

- (ALARM BEEPING)

(PHONE BUZZING)

- (INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

- Everything's fine.

Can they track this back to you?

I-I used a dozen proxies.

They'll come up with

the location eventually,

but I'll have this wiped by then.

I don't think you should stay

in Tessa's house alone tonight.

Sara?

What are you doing here?

(SIRENS BLARING)

The night we lost Gray,

you help her escape?

Are you really asking me that?

Were you following me?

Tell me about Gray.

She was at your house.

You were in her car.

- What are you two, old friends?

- No, she came to offer her condolences.

If you must know, she then helped me

sort through my stepmother's clothes.

And the locker?

It was Tessa's. I found this, okay?

I didn't want to go by myself.

It turned out Tessa had already

emptied it by the time we got there.

Why are you being this way?

I was supposed to keep an eye on Gray,

and I thought it would be a

lot easier if I was with her.

Sorry about your stepmother

and I'm sorry about the wedding.

I should have reached out.

It's

Thanks.

I wasn't the only one watching

you two at the storage unit.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(PHONE CHIMING)

Chase?

Checking in to see if you're okay

with your, uh, accommodations.

(GRAY CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Well, Tagg has impeccable taste.

- Is the bed comfortable?

- Hm.

If not, there's the floor

or the kitchen table.

Well, believe it or not, I

haven't tried any of them.

Well, if you need help.

I'll make sure to call you first.

Good.

I wouldn't want to lose track of you.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(NO DIALOGUE)

()

()

(HELICOPTER ROARING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(BEEPING)

(PHONES RINGING)

(KNOCKING)

- Come in.

Sara, come in. Take a seat.

(TAGG CLEARS THROAT)

I'm surprised to see you so soon.

You know you can take

as much time as you need.

Yeah, I'd rather be working.

Well, you can take your

mind off the funeral.

I'm so happy to see you here.

I want you back on Gray.

Rousseau tells me she came to

the house to offer condolences.

Mm-hm, she did. She helped

me clean up a little bit.

Mm. Oh, very nice, very nice.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Anyway, were you able to get

any information about her trip?

The investigation?

No, sir.

We only really talked about Tessa.

Well, you're doing exactly

what you should be doing.

Spend as much time with her as you can,

don't question her,

just become her friend.

Draw her uh into your confidence.

Pretend to get close. Hm?

(CHUCKLES)

It's what she'd do to you

if she were in your shoes.

Yeah, yeah.

(BABY BABBLING)

Sure, yeah, 9:30 is fine.

Okay. Thank you.

Here's Daddy.

Oh, my goodness.

Yeah, I don't think

anyone's ever had a worse day

- than the one I'm about to have.

- Oh, really?

- (PHONE BUZZING)

- Oh, come on.

Yes?

(TAGG, WHISPERING):

He's always on the phone,

- isn't he?

- Hey, John. I promise I won't call again.

I'll be waiting

at the Red Lizard, uh,

Friday night at six o'clock.

I hope to see you there.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SHOUTING)

Okay, in the tub.

- (GRAY GRUNTING ENERGICALLY)

- Ooh, she's a kicker.

- Whoo.

- (BABY LAUGHING)

Oh, I forgot my damned glasses.

Hold her down.

Okay, there.

Let me introduce you to a

new friend of mine, the IEP.

Jesus

- (GRAY GROANING)

- Okay, Cornelia, listen to me.

You're going to hurt yourself.

It's just saline and a

mild sedative for now.

Try holding out on us

with this in your system.

(CLATTERING)

What's going on up there?

(CLATTERING)

Don't fight it.

She's going to be puking

her guts out in half an hour.

(KNOCKING) (TAGG): Cornelia?

Jesus.

- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)

- Cornelia?

(GRUNTING)

Stay out! Oh, she hacked into Epsilon.

- f*ck you both.

- Now get out!

Get my kit and let's go!

(TAGG): Get out! Come on!

That's my good guest towel.

Get out!!

(PANTING)

Cornelia, are you okay?

- (GROANING)

- Come on. Easy, easy, easy.

Easy.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

(PANTING)

(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)

My condolences about Tessa.

(WHISPERING): Any luck with the code?

It's gonna take a while to

break. I'll break it, though.

Is Andy here? I-I was

hoping to meet him.

He's just running a little late.

(SARA): Where are all

of Tessa's friends?

This is my fear; to go unmourned.

"She died as she lived," they'll say.

"Surrounded by strangers."

Sorry I'm late.

- Oh, hey.

- Hey.

Sweetheart, Andy, uh, Cornelia Gray.

- W we work together.

- Ah, hi.

It's nice to see you, Andy.

I'm sorry, there's something

I have to take care of.

Nice lady.

(SARA): Mm.

- (CLATTERING, MEOWING)

- Oof oof

(OVEN DINGING)

(SIGHS)

All right. Go on.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(UPTEMPO MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKING)

You don't show up to say

goodbye to your closest friend?

Why should I go to the funeral

of someone who's not

going to come to mine?

Why did you pay Tessa out of Epsilon?

(SCOFFS)

Tagg can't protect you forever.

Was it in exchange for her silence

about something in the past?

That you secretly supplied the

information that got Beckham k*lled?

Oh! "Information" got Beckham k*lled.

Christ, you know, I haven't

had a good night's sleep

since you've been back.

Hm. Well, you know

what that sounds like?

Guilty conscience.

- You took everything from me.

- I didn't take a thing from you.

You destroyed my marriage.

Is that why you tortured

me for three days straight

20 years ago?

No. That's why I enjoyed it.

Mm.

You're not the mole, though.

You don't have the ba*ls.

Sara's a smart kid, Cornelia,

and she's going to figure you out.

And when she does,

I just hope to God she

slits your scrawny throat.

I-I enjoyed our chat, Christina.

(PHONE RINGING)

Sophie? It's Mom.

I'm seeing your father

tonight. Wanna come?

(SIGHS) Look, um,

I-I don't want to be the bad guy.

I just I wasn't, um, ready.

Maybe I

will never be ready, maybe I'll

be ready tomorrow, but, um

No matter what

I don't want my daughter to

get hurt the way that I was.

Don't say you mean well.

I know you mean well.

You always meant well.

But Rose comes first.

I-I'm so glad Rose has

you to look out for her.

Okay. Bye, Mom.

(SORROWFUL MUSIC)

Okay

Okay.

(SIGHING): Okay. (EXHALES)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Can I ask?

What is that?

It's for a colleague's wedding.

Someone at work.

Not just someone, a friend.

Strange.

Probably my only friend.

Hm

How you doing today?

I'm good.

Just waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting for who?

My husband.